Thursday, October 8, 2009

Short Stories of Squeaker

Preschool: It has been a month since Squeaker began preschool and we've been delighted to see her response to it. This picture, taken on the first day, reflects her mood at the time. She was really excited, but also a little bit nervous. I let her wear a heart necklace of mine as a reminder that our love and God's love is always with her. As we walked into class she was wide-eyed and smiling, but also holding tightly to the necklace. She has become increasingly comfortable there and she often shares about her adventures there.
Preschool is such a fascinating form of education. At dinner the first night, Uncle Mack asked Squeaker, "What did you learn at school today?" She thought for a bit and then responded, "I made a train with my friends. I was the engine." Sweet Uncle Mack assumed they had spent significant time learning about trains during the day, but further questions revealed that the "train" was to teach them how to walk in a line to the potty. He laughed when I explained that it might be weeks before she learned anything other than how to be in school. And yet, this is exactly why Squeaker needs to be in preschool. She loves to learn with me at home by reading, playing, cooking, and being in nature, but there are some many lessons she can only glean in the preschool environment. For example, she really likes playing with one of the other little girls I will call Sally. I imagine sweet Sally has a had a much more loose home environment than Squeaker and consequently has resisted the structure of school. Squeaker has explained this to me in a current events manner each time, "Sally had to sit in time out today because she wanted to play with toys during circle time." I've tried to take each opportunity to remind Squeaker how we all have times when it is hard to obey. I held back laughter when this came up last week. Out of the blue, Squeaker says, "Sally had to sit in time out again today. I just don't understand why she keeps doing that." Then with a very serious expression she says, "Circle time is so fun, I just don't understand why." I praised her for being concerned about her friend, and then we talked about how stubborn we can all be. Then today on our drive home, she very excitedly shared that Sally had stayed in circle time without getting a time out. I celebrated with her and explained that was the same way we felt when she chose to trust us and obey. Her love and empathy for others amazes us!

Thoughts from the backseat:
Squeaker doesn't spend too much time in the car, but it seems to be one of her favorite times to think and ask questions. Last week, she had been looking out the window quietly for a few miles and then brought up an interesting question.
S: Brite, you know my ABC song?
B: Yes?
S: Do you notice that M isn't in it?
B: What do you mean exactly? I assumed I knew what she meant, but I just wanted to make sure.
S: Well, I never say M when I sing. It just isn't in the song.
B: I can tell you have been thinking about that quite a bit.
S: I was singing it a lot during my nap.
B: Well, it comes after the letter L. Most people sing it really fast so it sounds like "elemenopee", but it is really L M N O P. If you slow down it is in there. L M
S: Laughing The M was hiding in my song!! Isn't that silly!
B: Very silly. After some more laughing about that silly M, she says:
S: It is also a funny song because N is in there two times.
B: Really? I know it comes after M, when else do you hear it in the song?
S: Umm.... It goes, T U V, W X Y N Z. See Brite, it comes after Y.
Insert a little bit of explanation and a lot more giggling.

Everyday Fun:
Since many of you don't hang out with us on a daily basis, I thought you might like to see some of our more normal activities. Squeaker is continuing to enjoy using her vivid imagination. This is a picture of her in pretending to be a princess dancing with her ballerina. (Thanks Nana & Poppy) Poor Daddy person was hoping Squeaker would never be interested in anything prissy. I guess we don't always get what we want.






We've also been playing outside quite a bit. Squeaker loves playing with her Ladybug ball and running down the hill as a family. She and Daddy were chasing each other through the yard. Aren't they so cute!















Thank you for your patience about my late post and I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Coming Soon! Or Maybe Later....

Don't worry faithful readers, we will have a post this week, but our occasional guest writer (Aunt Brite) is having computer problems and has been unable to get the post online.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Growing up... But not too fast.



Sqeaker and I went to the playground last weekend. In the car she started to sing "let's go to a picnic. We're going to a picnic..." When we got there, a blonde girl was climbing up an offset ladder. As we got out of the car Squeaker said, I think that girl is my age. The first thing she did was touch every sliding board. They were too hot to use during our last visit. Not long after that, she ran up to the blonde girl and said "I think we are the same age.". Her new friend responded by stating that she was four.

Squeaker's response was "Actually, I am three.". At which point the little blonde girl was no longer interesting.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Hanging Out in the Cold Ward


Squeaker has had a quiet week. Her adults have been fighting off late summer colds this week. In fact most of the adults from her party got sick, while the little people all seem to have been made of sterner stuff. She's been reasonably patient with our not feeling like playing all the time. We had dinner outside tonight and Squeaker exclaimed that it was almost fall. While she has some idea what the days are and how the months fit together, she doesn't really get time yet. So, until she pointed out that the leaves were changing, we weren't sure how she knew it was almost fall. It was all about the "de - sid - wus" trees.

Have a good week.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

That Time of Year Again





We here at Squeakerpants have moved into birthday season. It is hard to believe that there are about to be a bunch of three year old running around these parts now.

The Daddy person took Squeaker out yesterday to run errands (so Brite could get the party started). One of the trips took us down the snack aisle of the grocery store. She pointed at a big box of Goldfish and asked if we could get it. I noticed that the regular sized bags were on sale, so I started picking out flavors.

Squeaker asked if we could get the Rainbow Goldfish. I saw no reason why not, so I put them in the bag too. When we got out to the car, Squeaker mentioned, beaming, that "Brite doesn't let me get the Rainbow ones. She says the others are better for me."

Clearly, having a three year old is going to present a new set of challenges!

P.S. I might add some video to the post tomorrow if I have time.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Squeaker's Weird

While we here at Squeakerpants.com recognize that our little Squeaker is probably not any weirder than any other child, in our hearts we are not sure about that proposition. We have compiled a short video so that you may judge for yourself on the basis of recent events.



Happy Labor Day! In case you can't view the video, the pictures below give you some idea of what she was up to...

Saturday, August 29, 2009

An Open Letter to Squeaker's Teacher



Squeaker went to her first "Back to School" night. The Daddy person resisted pointing out to them that for the guests of honor, the "Back" part wasn't really correct. Along that vein, her heading to school has focused my thoughts on a few things we've taught her. Ok, a few things I have taught her, that might annoy her teacher....

Dear Mrs. Ladybug,

Squeaker spends a lot of time playing with adults. We have taught her a few things that we are concerned about. No not those sorts of things, but her sense of humor might cause a few problems. We play a game where we give round after round of wrong answers to easy questions, such as "What color is the sky? Green, cow, pink, etc." We have had lots of fun playing "wrong answer" this summer. Fortunately we have taught her to use a funny voice at the same time. You see Mr. Ladybug, how this might cause some problems in your classroom this fall.

Also, we have taught her the rudiments of sarcasm. We were eating dinner recently and asked Squeaker how she felt about a recent trip to visit her Grammie and Granddad. Her answer, fortunately in her 'wrong answer voice' was "It was no fun at all. We didn't do anything interesting at all. I did not play any fun games or go to the lake."

Mrs. Ladybug, please accept my apologies for these things in advance.

Sincerely,

The Daddy Person

No pancakes this morning. She wanted cereal instead. Humph. Maybe she can have cereal next Saturday too...